Darn it! Why did bad Maya win so much?
“Oh, you’d already be over my knee getting your bare butt spanked,” he said casually.
As though people talked about spankings all the time. As though it was something he’d done often.
Jealousy stabbed her and she did her best to smother it. Being jealous was stupid. He had to be in his late thirties or even early forties. Of course he’d been in relationships before.
Relationships with women whom he had spanked.
She didn’t know how she felt about that. Maybe this was a turn-off. It should be a turn-off, right?
You know it’s not, naughty girl.
And the thing was . . . she wasn’t even sure who whispered that in her head.
Bad or good Maya.
Urgh, she was getting more and more confused.
“But I can’t do that to you.”
He couldn’t?
Of course he can’t. You’re not his girlfriend, you’re his charge.
A thorn in his side.
And that was relief she felt that he wouldn’t spank her.
Not disappointment.
There was a part of her that wondered what it would like to be spanked by him. To be taken over his knee.
To have someone care enough about her to give her rules and consequences and follow through with them. Her father would just bluster and yell, then not talk to her. Her stepmother wouldwhisper threats, her stepbrothers would sneer at her and push her around when they were alone.
No one actually cared about her.
Oh, listen to you. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
“But I will need to come up with some other consequences for breaking the rules,” he said.
“Why? I’m not a child.”
“No, but I can tell that sometimes you’re as impulsive as one. And having to face a consequence after breaking a rule might make you think twice before you break it.”
Hmm. Maybe.
She wasn’t going to commit to anything.
“So let’s see. What could I give you as a consequence for disobeying me and putting your life in danger. It was a big one.”
“I didn’t put my life in danger!” she protested. “I just went out to confront Ryan.”
“Who could have gotten violent with you. I know you thought he was harmless, but do you still believe that?”
She shuddered at the memory of him jacking off, of the way he’d spoken to her before.
“No,” she whispered. “I no longer think that he’s harmless.”
